The boundaries of the painted city are magical and mysterious, which can also be said to be strange and weird.
When you first look at it, the lake and the moon are in harmony, and there are no windshields on the lake surface; but when you look at it for the second time, it may be that the smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river.
Entering the boundaries of the painting city.
If the first step is a white rain forest, the second step may be a vast desert, and the third step may be a rough sea.
One step at a time.
Just when you think there is no way out, but suddenly there is another village, and no one knows what is ahead.
The Painted City is a city that cannot be explained in a few words.
At a glance, you can't see many buildings, but there are pictures like projections. Each picture is a small world, or there is heavy snowfall, or heavy rain, or yellow sand all over the sky...
Either it’s spring and the scenery is bright, or it’s autumn’s cool breeze.
Each picture scroll is a scene, and the picture city is composed of countless picture scrolls.
This is the reason why Huacheng is also called Huajing.
And at this moment.
The sky above the painting city suddenly cracked, and holes appeared.
But in the blink of an eye, endless ghost mist surged out from the mouth, leaving many calligraphers in the painting city stunned.
"Is the sky falling apart?"
A calligrapher raised his head and said blankly, as if he hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation, and then his voice became louder, "Is this the sky falling?! Not good! The sky is falling, the sky is falling."
At this moment the book writer shouted.
"How could the sky collapse? Isn't it the end of the world?"
Those who read are worried.
It’s not like the sky has never collapsed before. For example, the Holy Sky. There are still some fragments of the Holy Sky left in the depths of the sky.
"Although there are many holes in the sky today, it cannot collapse."
The scholar said more calmly, but when he saw the billowing black mist pouring out of the cracked opening, he wondered: "What is this black mist?"
"have no idea."
The writer next to me replied, "This black mist seems to be filled with Yin energy. It may be ghost mist."
"Ghost mist? It's strange. How can there be ghost mist deep in the sky? Isn't the underworld underground? If it is ghost mist, it should be coming out of the ground."
Many writers can't understand it.
However, the aura emitted by the billowing black mist does indeed look like ghost mist.
Although the black mist was coming quickly, it would still take dozens of breaths to reach the painting city. Therefore, when the black mist man poured out of his open mouth, the calligrapher in the painting city could only vaguely feel the breath of the black mist.
It is not true that black mist is ghost mist.
As the black fog descended more and more, the calligrapher who painted the city finally felt it clearly.
"This is indeed ghost mist!"
"Why is there ghost mist in the sky? Is the underworld in the sky? This shouldn't be the case."
"How can the underworld be in the sky? The underworld is obviously in the shadow of the human world, underground..."
Countless calligraphers in the painting city looked up, shocked and confused, wondering why ghost mist fell from the sky.
This is very weird!
Within a few seconds, figures, strong or weak, emerged from the floating scrolls like projections.
It was the calligrapher who came out of the realm in the painting after hearing the news.
The black mist billows in the sky of the painting city, almost covering the entire sky, making the world seem like night has fallen. This terrifying scene, even the painter of the painting city, the king of painting does not dare to look down upon it at all, and one by one he glances from the scene in the painting
come out.
"What happened?"
You Huajun said with a solemn expression.
The ghostly mist that shrouded the world was not simple, it exuded an aura that horrified them.
They vaguely felt that the originally ordinary ghost mist actually exuded negative auras such as depression, pain, and regret.
This greatly affected them all.
"Hey, something seems to have fallen from the sky?" A painter suddenly pointed at Tianyu and saw black shadows falling from the depths of the sky.
"It's raining?"
Some painters asked in surprise, because it does look like rain. But if it is raining, are the raindrops bigger?
"Could it be raining?"
The reader immediately rolled his eyes, fearing he was blind.
"It's not raining!"
Many painters suddenly trembled in their hearts and said in horror.
At this moment, all the painters and kings in the painting city stared. What did they see? They saw ghosts falling from the depths of the sky!
"It's a ghost!"
One of the painters looked solemn and said: "How could a ghost fall from the sky?"
"Is this a ghost?"
When the painters near the painter heard this, their eyes widened.
If what fell from the depths of the sky is really a ghost, did the number of ghosts fall too much? This may not be a question of too many, but a question of too many to scare people to death.
There are so many ghosts that they fall like rain.
Otherwise, no painter would say it is raining...
"This this?"
At this moment, even the painters below Hua Jun could vaguely see it clearly.
It sure looks like a ghost!
but.
How could so many ghosts fall from the depths of the sky?
Is there a hell in heaven that they don't know about?
"Everyone, prepare to fight in order to protect our painted city!"
A painting king flew up and stared coldly at the black sky. At this moment, he waved his hand and ink flew out of his hand.
call--
Ink emerges into a web.
But in the blink of an eye, a huge ink net appeared in the sky above the painting king's head.
The ink net exudes a strong literary atmosphere and blocks the ghost fog rolling down.
Sizzling——
The ghost mist fell into the ink net, just like grease falling into the flame, and immediately burned. However, the ghost mist rushing down from the depths of the sky was so numerous that it was unimaginable, like an endless sea.
One layer of ghost mist was burned clean, and another layer of ghost mist fell.
However, within a few breaths, even the powerful Mo Net could no longer hold up.
This was what the king of painters had expected. At this moment, he kept swiping his brush to draw huge ink nets.
The ink nets are stacked layer by layer.
However, it is still no match for the endless ghost mist.
When the famous painting king flew up, there were also many calligraphers in the painting city, painting with ink.
"Guard my painting city and don't let ghosts enter my painting realm!"
The scholar shouted loudly.
All of a sudden.
There are thousands of flying lights and thousands of rays of sunshine in the painted city.
One after another, magical paintings fly into the sky, or turn into mountains, or into the sea, or into flying knives, or into flames, or into thunder...
There are thousands of scrolls and thousands of moves.
Some instantly burned mountains of ghost mist, while others had no effect at all.
"Brother Chen, we are going to fight against ghosts and ghosts. Ghosts, not only did you paint gloomy paintings, but you also painted some unintelligent ghosts. Isn't that right?"
A book writer was dumbfounded.
"But, I can only draw ghosts." The painter said helplessly, "I can't just stand by and watch without taking action, right?"
"These ghosts you drew cannot distinguish between ourselves and our enemies, so just sit back and watch."
A painter advised:
"That's right, Brother Chen, please don't cause more trouble. There are already enough ghosts and ghosts in the sky."
"Brother Chen, just stand aside and watch."
"Brother Chen, stop!"
"Brother Chen, be careful that the paintings you make resonate with ghosts."
Under the persuasion of many painters, the painter known as Brother Chen had no choice but to stop painting.
It was indeed inappropriate for him to draw ghosts at this time.
At this moment, he looked up and saw countless scrolls flying into the sky to block the coming ghost mist and falling ghosts.
Countless ghost mist was purified, and countless ghosts were killed.
All of a sudden.
The painter of the city blocked the coming of ghost fog and the falling of ghosts.
This makes many painters excited.
"The painting city will win!"
"The painting city will win!"
One of the painters shouted excitedly.
"Guard my painting city and don't let a ghost enter my painting!"
A painter shouted loudly, using his hands together, he quickly painted an astonishing picture, extinguishing a piece of ghost mist in an instant.
"Guard my painting city and don't let a ghost enter my painting realm."
Many painters followed and started drinking.
and.
At this moment, the painter's scroll is resisting the ghost mist, and really does not let a ghost fall into the painting.
But just when the artist thought they were about to win.
boom!
I saw a huge black shadow, like a flying stone from the sky, instantly piercing through countless scrolls and falling rapidly into the painting city.
The speed was so fast that even Huajun couldn't react.
and.
That huge black shadow burst out with a terrifying aura.
This is a ghost at the level of a ghost king!
Many painters were horrified, never expecting that there were ghosts at the level of ghost kings in the sky!
Fortunately there is only one.
"kill!"
Before the painters could react, several figures started to kill the ghosts at the Ghost King level.
After a fierce battle, the Ghost King-level ghost was finally killed by several painting kings. However, just when everyone was relieved, black shadows penetrated the scroll and fell into the painting city, or into the boundaries of the painting city.
This scene shocked the painters.
Anyone who can penetrate the scroll is basically a ghost uncle, and many ghosts at the ghost king level are also at the ghost level.
Moreover, ghosts continue to fall from the pierced scroll...
"There are too many ghost uncles and ghost kings, right?"
One of the paintings said in shock.
At a glance, he found that there were at least dozens of people who had reached the level of Ghost Uncle.
If there are only dozens of people, Huacheng can still fight against them, or even kill them, but they will have to pay a certain price.
"kill!"
"I can't let ghosts destroy my painting city!"
Many painters shouted loudly and suddenly attacked Ghost Uncle, a ghost at the level of Ghost King.
When they were chasing ghosts, they discovered something surprising. It seemed that ghosts could only run away but not resist.
Moreover, their consciousness is somewhat unclear.
Although it is a ghost at the ghost level, the actual power it exerts is only at the ghost level.
If you don't resist, you won't even have the ghost level.
If you are lucky, even a fifth-grade painter can kill the Ghost Uncle...
Therefore, although there are many ghost uncles and ghost king-level ghosts falling from the sky, if they fall into the painting city, they will only be chased and killed by the painting king and painting king.
but.
There are also many painters who have been devoured by ghosts.
but.
as time goes by.
More and more ghost mist is pouring out from the depths of the sky, and the falling ghosts are getting stronger and stronger, and the painting city is gradually unable to support itself. They have to resist the ghost mist while chasing down the ghosts in the painting city, which seems to be a little powerless.
.
Also, it seems that some ghosts have regained their sanity and become cruel and crazy.
They seem to be gradually regaining their strength.
Originally, it was very easy to fight one-on-one in the same realm, and it could be killed without any cost.
But now, it doesn't work anymore.
Some ghosts were so crazy that they resisted and attacked like crazy.
They are crazy.
"No, these ghosts seem to have recovered. Please hurry up and kill them before they regain their strength."
A painting king quickly reminded me.
The brush in his hand kept moving, leaving behind a series of afterimages, but in the blink of an eye, a painting was created.
call--
A sea of fire appeared, burning madly the ghost mist that descended and the falling ghosts.
But at this moment.
Many painting kings and painting masters have discovered that there are more and more cracks in the depths of the sky, and they are getting bigger and bigger.
Is the innocence going to collapse?
The ghost mist keeps pouring out, and ghosts rain down.
Also, the negative auras such as depression, pain, and regret that worry the king and king of painting the most seem to be getting stronger.
Many painters are affected at this moment.
They gradually became depressed, painful, and regretful, and the painting brush in their hands stopped at some point.
The souls of many painters feel as if they are trapped in a terrifying hell.
They were trembling all over and extremely frightened...
"Ah, no, I was wrong, I know I was wrong."
One of the painters shouted in pain, his eyes full of regret, and seemed to be in deep self-blame and pain.
"wake up!"
A painting king shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, which shocked many affected painting capitals.
However, there are still many painters who have not been awakened.
"Resist with the sound of thunder!"
There is a royal way to painting.
Rumble——
In an instant, thunder rolled from the sky, and countless ferocious silver pythons came through the sky.
The ghost mist in the sky was purified, and countless ghosts were exterminated, but deep in the sky there were seas of ghost mist descending.
How many can the thunder destroy?
At this moment, the painting kings and painters in the painting city were all anxious. The collapse was too sudden and terrifying.
They didn't have any time to prepare.
Moreover, the scale was far beyond their imagination. It was not that they were incompetent, but that the scale was beyond their capabilities.
"Lin Jun, quickly spread the word to the world."
A white-haired painting king glanced at Tianyu and said to a young painting king: "This collapse of the sky is no longer something that my painting city can resist. Only by gathering the power of the world can we resist it."
"clear."
The young painter nodded and immediately went to spread the word to the world.
After a while.
The painting city finally couldn't withstand the billowing ghost fog, and the ghost fog descended on the painting city.
However, the painting city is composed of countless scrolls, and each scroll is not simple, and it bursts out with shocking power in an instant.
boom!
The power burst out from the painting realm instantly pushed the ghost fog back thousands of feet. Moreover, when the painting realm burst out with a huge light wave, it also swept away the ghosts in the painting realm...
This finally gave Huacheng some time to breathe.
but.
The power bursting out from this painting scene is the accumulation of painting city for countless years, and it will be lost every time it is used.
The huge light waves bursting out from the painting at this moment looked like a huge ball of light shrouding the painting city from a distance, blocking the billowing ghost fog and ghosts from the ball of light.
However, under the impact of the billowing ghost fog, the light of the light ball began to weaken.
Can't hold on for too long.
If Huacheng has not found a solution when the light ball disappears, it will eventually be swallowed by the ghost mist...